; The "Dangerous Queen"
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Hello there! My name is Mio Akiyama, but you can call me Mio. I'm the Lead Singer and Bassist of my schools Light Music Club's band "After School Tea Time".
I love making new friends and meeting new people, but i'm also kind of shy... P-please be gentle
'Dangerous Queen'
Of The Light Music Club

The Musician and the Goddess.

goddess-of-lastation:

akiyama-san:

"I see…" It was strange indeed. "My studies are more technical than religious, so i’m not entirely familiar with the Goddess system, were you not raised in a loving environment where if you did something good you were rewarded praised?" Noire may be eternally young but she can’t’ve been born looking this, she had to be a child at some point. "See I think praise is essential to living life, if you do work you should be compensated, if you do something for someone they should thank you, and that thank you can mean the difference between a great day and a terrible day, a little thanks goes a long way. And if it keeps your spirits up then i’m going to praise and thank you until the day I die."

It was interesting to hear about how they were both musically inclined, so that was going to make music chatter, as well as the concert significantly easier, as well as finding a good setlist to play for them. “Really now? I never would’ve thought, but the image of you headbanging to Gackt or Maximum Hormone is admitted adorable.” Although with Noire looking Azusa and Vert looking a blonde Sawako in hindsight Mio was getting hilarious visions of them both being metal heads and Noire being forced to do weird cosplays. Heh. 

"Y-Y-You don’t say…" She stammered a bit and her eyes widened when she heard that her sister played guitar as well. It didn’t a rocket scientist to tell what Mio was thinking at this very moment, a fourth guitar player may be overkill, but it should be fine for guesting, and she is technically a Goddess as well so…

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"Well yes…when I was a child I was praised of the good things I accomplished and the things I achieved. But when you’re raise where I was, it’s kind of mandatory to do good. Not that you weren’t allowed to make mistakes but you had to be a little above average in things that you do." Being raised in a place where every being was immortal, regular humans interested her as a child, even though being born one at first. "I guess it can’t be helped…it’s not like I don’t appreciate it, it’s that I wished it was a little toned down. However, if that is what you want to do, I won’t stop you and I’ll embrace your praise."

The goddess bent forward a bit in a bow to show her thanks before chuckling slightly at Mio’s comments. “Well I don’t listen to either of those to be honest…visual kei is a little strange to me and as for the other band, a few of their songs are to energy-filled…not that metal isn’t always but I digress. A-Adorable…well I suppose so…” Goddess to tsundere in under five seconds.

Seeing Mio’s expression change brought a confused look to he face. Was she that surprised that Uni played the guitar? “Yeah…she’s still fairly new at it but she can play a few good songs. She’s been playing for about a year now.” Noire herself had a gap in her musical experience as she played violin as child, put it down, and picked back up just a few months ago.

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"So with these things being expected of you praise was uncommon and unnatural, hence why it feels weird now. I understand." It was strange, she understood her at the base level, but she couldn’t even begin to process what growing up was like in preparation for such a lifestyle. "I can at least agree with that much, the praise some of your, shall we say "special fans" give you is rather creepy. I love your products as much as the next girl but that doesn’t mean I would ever swear off any other companies to that end." Mio sighed a little. "It’s the simple things that get people through the day and are the most acceptable. "Those ribbons make your hair look really pretty today." Things like that." 

"Metal is a bit much for me, too loud, too strong, too aggressive, so I see where you’re coming from. Honestly, Visual scares me, I’ve seen people in public wearing that stuff and everytime I walk past one of them I feel like they’re gonna murder me." She was being overdramatic. "Nnn…" Seeing Noire blush like that made Mio’s heart go doki doki. "I-Is th-that so… W-Well if either you d-don’t m-m-mind I’d be happy to t-t-t-teach her…" She stammered so much trying to get that sentence out, saying it was so nerve-wracking. "I-I’ve been p-playing for about s-six years n-now, so it’d be n-n-no problem at all…"

divinewindofmiracles:

akiyama-san:

"And what religion would these Gods have you preach?" In a subset of Japan there only three real answers and Mio was certainly curious which it would be, and why it’s fallen so far from grace it has to hide it’s leaders here in this world separate from reality. "So the shrine hailing Lady Suwako was stolen both figuratively and literally by this Lady Kanako? Who apparently also stole the title of God? Wouldn’t that make her a devil?" Well yes but no one was actually going to acknowledge that.

"Expect the unexpected, gotcha." She followed her up, a few minutes passed and they could still not see it. "Damn, how high up does this thing go?" While the shrine itself was somewhere in the middle, the mountains themselves and the village further up resided higher than the clouds. Mio feared they’d have to climb the whole thing.

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Sanae gave Mio a slight odd look before asnwering to her very first question. “Shintoism, naturally. Its a Shinto shrine after all.”
The next few sentences made the miko snicker a little. It was funny to hear Kanako being referenced as a devil.

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“No, no. Lady Kanako is still a god. But I guess you can say she’s a the co-goddess of the shrine.”

The youkai mountain was probably the highest peak of Gensokyo. The path to Bhava-Agra lied there after all. “Oh, the mountains pretty high alright. You can get to Heaven from there too if I’m correct. Or whatever that place where the Celestials live is called…” Sanae had even heard that an oni moved to Heaven as well. Personally, she hadn’t met any Celestials, nor has been to Heaven or anywhere near it. “But its not that long too.” She wasn’t sure, but the miko thought mt. Fuji is higher. But she can’t really tell anymore.

"I see, than I can pray here just fine." Mio wasn’t terribly religious, but she wouldn’t be comfortable being forcibly converted to Taoism or Buddhism. Not that she had a problem with them, she just wasn’t familiar with how they worked, and wasn’t keen to learn unless she had to. 

"Good to know this world is a world where religious law and legal law have no meaning." Just thinking about it was tiring, "H-Heaven?!" Her jaw hit the floor at the mere mention. "S-So this is what religious enlightenment means…" She laughed nervously. "So the shrine is at the top of the mountain?"

A new world- Neither heaven, nor hell.

loweescpu:

akiyama-san:


"You’re welcome, I’d say your ability is unrivaled." If it wasn’t now it would be someday, with a continually improving Youmu and humans having a finite lifespan someone being better than her was illogical. "Which reminds me, I was going to ask about the swords you carry, why the need for weapons if everyone here is already dead, can we be hurt in this spirit form?" She hadn’t thought of that. "What do you mean modern outside world?" She didn’t expect the afterlife to have Wifi or anything, because duh, but she had no idea she was technically residing in the past right now. 

"As idealistic as my music is, I’m not sure the world would’ve seen or even cared to see it even if I had lived long enough to show it off." Even if her classmates liked it, they were just that, classmates, they were the only band they knew. Mio knew full-well she was not bad, but that her idealistic messages would not appeal to many people. "Wait what do you mean get my belongings?" She would not understand the concept, and to Mio, death was meaningless if it wasn’t final, or absolute. Truth be told the only thing she owns that she needs to live a satisfying life or afterllfe was her Elizabeth, without it she might go insane. "I look forward to playing for both my new master, as well you my friend." She smiled. It would be unfair to let only Yuyuko hear it.

She hadn’t thought about her friends yet either, and the mere mention made her stop and drop silently to her knees. She had no clue what was going in the outside in the hours that passed since Mio’s accident. A rush of emotion hit her all at once. “I- I truly am dead aren’t I? …” She just realized what that meant for the band. “I’ve left them all behind… HTT isn’t HTT without me, or any of us!” She knew her friends all too well, and she knew that her friends would quit playing music altogether. Because Ritsu was not emotionally strong enough to push past the pain, and to be able to see that to continue playing would honor Mio’s memory. “And then… And then there’s Mother… She lost Father when I was only just a child, but to lose me too… This is going to destroy her!” She screamed and yelled, but for some strange reason she could not cry, and that was very painful to her.

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Now came the difficult part of her job. Consoling the deceased, once they realized that was it. Death was the final stop in life. There was no going back to the old life and judging by Mio sudden reaction to this realization Her life’s end would have some serious repercussions to her friends and family who now had to continue on without her. ” I’m afraid this is how it goes..Death is tragic to those still living. It may be unbearable to those you’ve left behind. Given how you died. So sudden and so young there may very well be a long recovery period if any for those who grieve.”

Of course Youmu was not without sympathy. Over the course of her early life she caused quite a bit of death. She watched the families of those she killed and grew remorseful from it. Leaning down to Mio’s level she light hugged the girl and sighed.

"Let it out…You may be dead but you can still feel. especially since you still retain your body. Don’t hold anything in just let it all out. Or that pain will continue to build inside you and trust me you don’t want that." Easier said then done. Accepting death and knowing how people react to it each person is different in how they take it. It was Youmu’s job now to assure that this girl pulls through it. "Come on..let’s go inside. You can sit and try to calm yourself down. I’ll make some tea. This is the least I can offer you right now."

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Mio’s mother was a strong and wise woman, she was able to bear the pain of the loss of her husband because she had her daughter to remind her to keep going. There was a limit to strength and with no one there waiting for her when she got home after long of work, she may potentially join Mio soon enough… Despite her desire to see her, she would pray to any and all Gods listening in that she wouldn’t see her again for another 30 or 40 years. 

"I- I never even got to tell her I loved her…" She in this case was referring to Ritsu, the two had been the greatest of friends for years, but by the time she started writing music her feelings towards her started to change, and she not so subtly slipped hints of this into her music, however thankfully they were all too dense to see what she was doing. Now however she would never be able to tell her how she felt. 

It was ironic, Mio was the one that had died, and yet she was sad about how her friends were feeling. “Th-Thank you…” She dove right in and began to wail right into Youmu’s hollow chest. “Alright…” With her head pointing towards the ground and her hair obstructing other peoples view of her face she followed Youmu, not once looking up until they arrived in a small room with a bit more privacy. “I’m sorry to say this, but without my friends at my side, i’m not sure if I’ll ever want to play again. We played because we had one simple goal. We wanted to perform onstage at the Budokan, the biggest stadium in all of Japan, to leave a mark on this generation.” She turned away, avoiding eye-contact. “And now that dream will never come.”

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forcedtimetraveler:

akiyama-san:

Unaware of what was going she was carried to another room down the hall on the third floor behind a locked door, that with a certain unnatural reinforcement would not open no matter how hard someone tried. She was placed lightly on a table and left there for a while to heal. Unconscious but still breathing, she was having something of a fever dream, a feeling of flying, in pants mind you, not a skirt. It was nice, wind, and even cloudless-rain, too bad reality was too harsh for that. 

After about an hour or so she woke to find herself in classroom 3-4, barren, save for a girl sitting in a chair a few feet away reading a novel. She rose to sitting position after noticing that her pain was for the most part gone. “Excuse me?” The girl looked up, only now noticing she was awake. “Were you the one that helped me?” When she passed out she didn’t get a look at her face, only her leggings. 

It wasn’t the most ideal solution, the ravenette was aware of that. The desk wasn’t comfortable, they were still on school grounds, too, and even though classes had been over, there was a small chance of someone having witnessed something. However, the dark-haired female wouldn’t worry about it too much. She had achieved what she had wanted to achieve; she couldn’t expect more than that.

Quite a bit of time had passed and the other girl had yet to wake up. Homura was rather patient, though, still being used to spending her time alone, busying herself with something like reading a book, or just musing about things.

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Minutes ticked by until finally, the other seemed to stir. Calmly, the puella magi put her book aside to stand, though not further approaching the table. “No, I didn’t help you. Not really,“ the middle-schooler responded honestly. “But I brought you here and that’s enough for now.“ For the time being, the girl wouldn’t be in danger, would she?

Perhaps Homura shouldn’t be too sure of that.

“Did you dream something?“

Something about this girl was strange, she was calm, yet for some reason she was emanating an aura of anger, and honestly it kind of frightened Mio, but given that she wasn’t being outwardly angry, and somewhat polite Mio was able to contain herself as well.

Mio also noticed that she looked a tad young, 14, 15 years old tops, in comparison to Mio who was 18, a senior. “Y-Yeah… I dreamt I was flying, free as a bird.” Mio embarrassingly admitted. It would appear that the external cause of her collapse showed her in a dream something she heavily desired. Something that might mean the world to some, and that might be the definition of mundane to others. 

"In any event I thank you for at least moving me, you must be quite strong to be able move a girl of my size." She was both complimenting the girl, and insulting herself at the same time. "Do you know what happened to me, why I fainted?" And Mio remembered something important. "Oh, my name is Mio, Mio Akiyama, it’s nice to meet you, what’s your name?"

A new world- Neither heaven, nor hell.

loweescpu:

akiyama-san:


"Tell me about it." Youmu’s calm and polite demeanor also helped to calm Mio from her anger. Not having much time to think about it yet she had no idea how this was going to affect her friends and her mother, when she realized however she was going to have a well-warranted breakdown later, however in the meantime. "Mistress?" The thought confused her a bit, that royalty and hierarchy existed even in the afterlife, knowing how that system historically worked she could only hope she wasn’t too low on the ladder. "Well you are an excellent gardener, honestly if this place didn’t look like this I would not be nearly as calm as I am right now." She’d be acting like her usual self, crying in fear of the unknown and reacting violently to Youmu telling her she was dead.

"Oh? Well that’s good, living conditions improve greatly with a kind master." They began walking in the direction of what looked to be a very large traditional Japanese mansion. "Well I was primarily a student, top of my class actually, but i’m also a musician. I play the bass-guitar, and I sing too." She could see various ghostly white spirits hovering around, and thought them to be ghosts as well, she assumed she was privileged to retain her human form, and if she was to keep it she’d have to offer some sort of ability or service to prove her worth. 

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"Why thank you. I take pride in my gardening work. Aside from my swordsmenship, this is what I’ve been train to do since I was brought here by my master." The compliment did make Youmu smile. Not often did she hear praise from anyone else besides Yuyuko. Then again her hard work isn’t typically seen by those still alive or humans in general. "Well I’m glad your comfortable, this place will be your home from now on. It might be difficult to adjust to since you’re more used to the modern outside world. But hopefully in time you’ll grown used to this place. I can also imagine how you must think your friends and family will take your death..given how violent and sudden it was. Rest assure you will not be forgotten."

Of course now Youmu had to break the news on the conditions of Mio residence in the manor as it were.

" A student of music then. This makes it even sadder…The world will never hear your voice now…But all is not lost. We’ll put your musical talent to great use here. In fact I do believe we can get a certain gap hag..you’ll meet her sometime. To get you some of your belongings from your home." Youmu turned suddenly and bowed. "This is Hakugyokurou, Lady Yuyuko and I reside here and you being a ghost who retained her body shall also live here. Of course not for free. That bit about putting your talent to good use. You’ll be preforming for Lady Yuyuko in exchange for lodging. I believe that’s a fair trade." Always the catch even in death.

"You’re welcome, I’d say your ability is unrivaled." If it wasn’t now it would be someday, with a continually improving Youmu and humans having a finite lifespan someone being better than her was illogical. "Which reminds me, I was going to ask about the swords you carry, why the need for weapons if everyone here is already dead, can we be hurt in this spirit form?" She hadn’t thought of that. "What do you mean modern outside world?" She didn’t expect the afterlife to have Wifi or anything, because duh, but she had no idea she was technically residing in the past right now. 

"As idealistic as my music is, I’m not sure the world would’ve seen or even cared to see it even if I had lived long enough to show it off." Even if her classmates liked it, they were just that, classmates, they were the only band they knew. Mio knew full-well she was not bad, but that her idealistic messages would not appeal to many people. "Wait what do you mean get my belongings?" She would not understand the concept, and to Mio, death was meaningless if it wasn’t final, or absolute. Truth be told the only thing she owns that she needs to live a satisfying life or afterllfe was her Elizabeth, without it she might go insane. "I look forward to playing for both my new master, as well you my friend." She smiled. It would be unfair to let only Yuyuko hear it.

She hadn’t thought about her friends yet either, and the mere mention made her stop and drop silently to her knees. She had no clue what was going in the outside in the hours that passed since Mio’s accident. A rush of emotion hit her all at once. “I- I truly am dead aren’t I? …” She just realized what that meant for the band. “I’ve left them all behind… HTT isn’t HTT without me, or any of us!” She knew her friends all too well, and she knew that her friends would quit playing music altogether. Because Ritsu was not emotionally strong enough to push past the pain, and to be able to see that to continue playing would honor Mio’s memory. “And then… And then there’s Mother… She lost Father when I was only just a child, but to lose me too… This is going to destroy her!” She screamed and yelled, but for some strange reason she could not cry, and that was very painful to her.

I saw a green mop at work today. It reminded me of Sanae

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A new world- Neither heaven, nor hell.

loweescpu:

akiyama-san:


"Netherworld? Dead?" She parroted, confused. "I’m dead…" She didn’t understand, but with the force of a freight train the memory quite literally burned itself back into her head. Or at least that’s how it felt, her head was burning for a minute as it all came back to her. She clutched her face in pain as it happened. "Augh! Yeah, yeah that’ll do that. Frankly I’d more surprised if that didn’t kill me." Needless to say she was annoyed at the thought of just how it happened, but less scared than she should have been. Chalk that up to Youmu’s masterful maintenance of the garden, it was so pretty the sight alone helped to calm her nerves. 

Assuming she didn’t know, Mio explained it to her directly. “Some dumbass was driving 50KM over the speed limit in a semi-truck, and hit me dead on as I was leaving school. I don’t even think the bastard stopped after hitting me, he just kept going.” Mio was speaking under the assumption this woman knew what cars and speed limits even were. And Mio, despite being generally bashful in front of new people, was too annoyed to care. 

She sighed. “In any event, it’s nice to meet you I suppose.” She stood up, patted off the dirt and grass from skirt, and offered her hand. “My name is Mio Akiyama, what’s yours?” 

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"Hit by a semi, What a way to go." Oddly enough the old half ghost knew exactly what killed Mio. A few trips to the outside world in the past with the Yakumo’s to get food Yuyuko usually liked to sample. "Well regardless of all that. This will be your new home now. However Ms.Mio seeing as how your full bodied. I can’t just set you off to wander about. Oh and where are my manners. My name is Youmu Konpaku. I’m the gardener and servant of Yuyuko Saigyouji the lady of this place." Youmu shook her hand and with a simple smile lead Mio forward to Hakugyokurou.

"Death isn’t so bad, typically you’ll have no more worries and for the most part Yuyuko can be a fair mistress." It was then Youmu thought a bit. If this girl was gonna be brought into Hakugyokurou she better have some viable skills. "Say..Mio what did you do while you were still alive? Occupation and such. It’s sort of a question I have to ask to all ghost." 

"Tell me about it." Youmu’s calm and polite demeanor also helped to calm Mio from her anger. Not having much time to think about it yet she had no idea how this was going to affect her friends and her mother, when she realized however she was going to have a well-warranted breakdown later, however in the meantime. "Mistress?" The thought confused her a bit, that royalty and hierarchy existed even in the afterlife, knowing how that system historically worked she could only hope she wasn’t too low on the ladder. "Well you are an excellent gardener, honestly if this place didn’t look like this I would not be nearly as calm as I am right now." She’d be acting like her usual self, crying in fear of the unknown and reacting violently to Youmu telling her she was dead.

"Oh? Well that’s good, living conditions improve greatly with a kind master." They began walking in the direction of what looked to be a very large traditional Japanese mansion. "Well I was primarily a student, top of my class actually, but i’m also a musician. I play the bass-guitar, and I sing too." She could see various ghostly white spirits hovering around, and thought them to be ghosts as well, she assumed she was privileged to retain her human form, and if she was to keep it she’d have to offer some sort of ability or service to prove her worth. 

Excuse me while I go stab myself. 

Excuse me while I go stab myself. 

tags → #k-on 
forcedtimetraveler:

akiyama-san:

Class had finished for the day, and all over you could hear the sounds of 500 simultaneous students stretching and cracking bones. Before any of that even started Mio was already well out the door and on her way to the club room, upon entry she was surprised to see no one, not even Azusa was here yet, seeing this as an opportunity she immediately got to work setting up for practice. 
Once she was finished and ready to go she felt a headache coming on. She tried to ignore it and started a song, but the further she went along the more it began to hurt until she felt her head was splitting, by now it was more of a migraine than anything. No-longer able to bear the pain she fell to her knees as she began to burn up, vision blurred she saw a girl in a strange uniform walk into the room, before she could say or do anything she fainted from the pain. “What the-ugh…”


School. The dark-haired had never been too sure whether to look forward to it to finally live a normal life, or if she was too anxious about the whole matter to find a chance to enjoy it. And almost as expected, things hadn’t been normal at all, not with the people around her nor with her life now in general. But she didn’t reget a single thing.
What had brought her there exactly, Homura didn’t know. Her priority was set – save Madoka and hinder her from forming a contract with Kyubey – but the girl didn’t like it to watch someone else, even when she didn’t know them, in pain nevertheless. The Incubators had no right to do this. And this female would have to endure more than a simple headache if she wasn’t careful.

By the time the dark-haired puella magi had reached the other, she had already lost consciousness. That wouldn’t be a problem for the time being. This room was no place to talk seeing that people could enter and disrupt them any time, and so, not without the help of her magic, she brought this female into one of the empty class rooms, waiting for her to wake up.

Unaware of what was going she was carried to another room down the hall on the third floor behind a locked door, that with a certain unnatural reinforcement would not open no matter how hard someone tried. She was placed lightly on a table and left there for a while to heal. Unconscious but still breathing, she was having something of a fever dream, a feeling of flying, in pants mind you, not a skirt. It was nice, wind, and even cloudless-rain, too bad reality was too harsh for that. 
After about an hour or so she woke to find herself in classroom 3-4, barren, save for a girl sitting in a chair a few feet away reading a novel. She rose to sitting position after noticing that her pain was for the most part gone. “Excuse me?” The girl looked up, only now noticing she was awake. “Were you the one that helped me?” When she passed out she didn’t get a look at her face, only her leggings. 

forcedtimetraveler:

akiyama-san:

Class had finished for the day, and all over you could hear the sounds of 500 simultaneous students stretching and cracking bones. Before any of that even started Mio was already well out the door and on her way to the club room, upon entry she was surprised to see no one, not even Azusa was here yet, seeing this as an opportunity she immediately got to work setting up for practice. 

Once she was finished and ready to go she felt a headache coming on. She tried to ignore it and started a song, but the further she went along the more it began to hurt until she felt her head was splitting, by now it was more of a migraine than anything. No-longer able to bear the pain she fell to her knees as she began to burn up, vision blurred she saw a girl in a strange uniform walk into the room, before she could say or do anything she fainted from the pain. “What the-ugh…”

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School. The dark-haired had never been too sure whether to look forward to it to finally live a normal life, or if she was too anxious about the whole matter to find a chance to enjoy it. And almost as expected, things hadn’t been normal at all, not with the people around her nor with her life now in general. But she didn’t reget a single thing.

What had brought her there exactly, Homura didn’t know. Her priority was set – save Madoka and hinder her from forming a contract with Kyubey – but the girl didn’t like it to watch someone else, even when she didn’t know them, in pain nevertheless. The Incubators had no right to do this. And this female would have to endure more than a simple headache if she wasn’t careful.

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By the time the dark-haired puella magi had reached the other, she had already lost consciousness. That wouldn’t be a problem for the time being. This room was no place to talk seeing that people could enter and disrupt them any time, and so, not without the help of her magic, she brought this female into one of the empty class rooms, waiting for her to wake up.

Unaware of what was going she was carried to another room down the hall on the third floor behind a locked door, that with a certain unnatural reinforcement would not open no matter how hard someone tried. She was placed lightly on a table and left there for a while to heal. Unconscious but still breathing, she was having something of a fever dream, a feeling of flying, in pants mind you, not a skirt. It was nice, wind, and even cloudless-rain, too bad reality was too harsh for that. 

After about an hour or so she woke to find herself in classroom 3-4, barren, save for a girl sitting in a chair a few feet away reading a novel. She rose to sitting position after noticing that her pain was for the most part gone. “Excuse me?” The girl looked up, only now noticing she was awake. “Were you the one that helped me?” When she passed out she didn’t get a look at her face, only her leggings. 

Send a “♪” for the Muse to sing part of a song the Mun has recently listened to.

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fair of face and figure and mind, she's everybody's idol with
her sunny smile, give a big hand to me, ritsu!

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:U it’s gonna be an octogon ship to me~!

I was confused for a minute until I realized that yeah there are exactly 8 shippable characters.

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kumikuroki:

Part 5.